Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing K-Klass to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.